| Lyrics: | Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka Hey yo Violent J,
what up? It's Christmas, time for a sadah Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter It's midnight, I land
my sleigh Make way for jolly St. J Climb down the chimny, for the murder Dressed as the fat man
everyones heard of Shimy down, shimy down, what the fuck? Somebody help me, I'm stuck Now what to
do? I feel whack I got stuck in a chimny stack But I hack And shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown
Can't fuck around, now Livingroom, shhh, I creep Tipy toes cuz they asleep I pulled out the axe and
slid down the hall I got a gift for all of ya'll Whats that? I better hide quick Oh fuck, it's the
real St. Nick And he musta been taken a shit But regardless, I better move quick, now So I jumped
him, Santa's no joke Fucked around got my damn neck broke He strap, shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots
and ho ho ho) "I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas, the kind you'll never have again, cuz if you have a
dead Christmas, that means your dead and thats the end" Have a merry Christmas you fuckin chump,
Seasons greatings loser, Yo 2 Dope kick it! Jack Frost nibbles, he but fuck that I aint got a home
so he nibbles on my nutsack And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows My nutz is froze Fuck you hoes So I
made a friend like me, a snow man He was down with the clown like a blow man Had a hat and eyes
outta charcoal And a pipe, we fill it with indow Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes He ate
snowballs, I ate cornflakes And we both would freeze are ballz off I was there every time his head
fallz off I put it back on for him with a smile He was my boy, made from a snow pile Then the storm
came, a blizzard Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard We pulled throughm we hid in an alley The next day it
was like sunny valley He was meltin I was just fine He got pissed and pulled out a nine "If I'm
gonna die you should come with me Cuz we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me Damn I'm dien, I'm dead he got
his wish And all I got was another red christmas "Sighlent night, Violent fight Now I'm dead One to
the head Christmas this year seemed so whack" Happy New Year bitch boy I got a new Years resolution
For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo! Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all
the way Pass your fucken mom up it's the ICP don't play, hey Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown bitches drop
your drawers Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz Yeah, ICP, Southwest for
life, Christmas time know what I'm sayin, Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, mutha fucka never came,
shit, I'm a slap your across your red ass face mutha fucka, uh Southwest down On the 12th day of
Christmas my true love gave to me 12 dead chicken boys 11 stinking bitches 10 biggots dying 09
mothers bitching 08 crackhead babys 07 redneck hoes 06 rotting bodies 05 cases of FAYGO, hey! 04
neden holes 03 fat stanks 02 splattered dogs And 01 dead Govener E |
